April
It was getting difficult to sleep. For this, Antonio greatly envied Lovino. Lovino did not seem to have that problem, drifting off and staying asleep until about nine in the morning or so at which he would push Antonio out of bed or the like so as to wake him up. Once Lovino decided that worrying about something could wait until morning, he just dropped off into the world of the unconscious in a snap. Or in a heartbeat. Or in some other short amount of time.
Antonio did not have that ability. He was too excited, too worried, too hopeful, too too many things to be able to settle down to sleep for very long. So when he found himself awake before Lovino, he simply let out a long whine and buried his face into the other's shoulder and told himself to go back to sleep. It did not work as well as he had hoped it would.
"Dammit... what time is it?"
"Too early, Lovi~"
"Then stop shifting."
Antonio sighed and sat up. It was nearly eight, so he supposed he could get up now. At least, that was what he had in mind until Lovino pulled him back down and then he was back to where he was. As he used to be (which was a given). Not that it was a bad thing, except for the fact that Lovino kept complaining about his shifting.
"I'd stop shifting if I could get up. Remember, today is the wedding rehearsal."
"Shit!" Lovino sat up, practically flinging himself from the bed. Antonio began to regret his words, clinging sadly to Lovino's still-warm pillow. "Don't just lie there, idiot!"
"You don't have to worry, we have plenty of time," Antonio began to reason with him, not that Lovino seemed to be listening. On the off-chance that he was, Antonio just kept talking. "It starts at two, but if we are there by ten to check in on everything, and then we can have a lunch, and... well that is good enough, right?"
"Get dressed!"
"Okay~"
Lovino was already out of the bedroom by the time Antonio had managed to pull himself over to his wardrobe. By the time he had gotten downstairs, Lovino was staring at something on the table. At first he thought it was the food that had already been laid out (by Marcus, no doubt), but then realized it was a note.
"What is that?" Antonio asked, leaning his chin on Lovino's shoulder so he could look at it.
"Grandpa is already there, setting things up." Lovino's voice was very quiet. Antonio stared at the note, affirmed what Lovino had said, and suddenly found himself wondering what about this would get Lovino to be upset.
"Then what's wrong?" Lovino sobbed and buried his face into Antonio's chest. Surprised, it was all he could do just to hug him. "Lovi?"
"I don't understand..." Lovino's voice was muffled into Antonio's shirt. "He's still paying attention to me..."
Oh. So that's what it is. "Of course he is! Who couldn't?" Antonio nuzzled the top of Lovino's head. "From the moment I started tutoring you I couldn't seem to get away!"
"You are different. You're a moron."
"But I know you don't mean that," Antonio responded quietly into Lovino's ear. Lovino stayed silent for a few moments, though Antonio could tell that tears were still spilling down his cheeks. "He's always loved you. I think the only real conversations I have had with him were about you. Or F–"
"Feliciano!" Lovino exclaimed, trying to push himself away from Antonio. "It was always about Feliciano!"
"No... No it wasn't."
"Yes it was!" Lovino fixed him with a glare. Antonio stared back. "About how perfect he was, about what he could do, about everything Feliciano!"
"No it wasn't." It was not that Antonio did not know about these feelings, but were they really as consuming as this? Did Lovino really think that was all he and Marcus spoke about?
"You can't say anything else because it's true!" Lovino screamed.
"I am marrying you." Lovino shut up, just as Antonio knew he was going to. Antonio smiled and pulled him in so that his face was where it had been against his chest. "Everyone else could hate me, I think, and it wouldn't matter to me. Just as long as you still loved me."
The Italian words were muffled once more, but Antonio could have sworn he heard, in quick succession liar, perfect, stupid, and why. Running his fingers through Lovino's hair, the other melted completely into his embrace.
"Now! The food is getting cold, so we should eat it!" Making Lovino sit down, he sat across from him. Lovino poked at his food.
"Love you too, bastard."
Antonio could not help but laugh.
Notes:
As a very intelligent reviewer pointed out: a lot can happen in a week. That is true, there are things I have not covered. Hopefully it will continue being the low key (erm, lower key) sort of things that can be referred to in retrospect. In these first several (aka, many) chapters I will run through some of these things in reference while setting up a day that actually has to do with the wedding. Hopefully. Thank you all!
